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phone bank maniac

I guess my dad fled back to Cape Cod because I haven’t seen him anywhere.

But in his absence, I did convince my New Zealander friend Lucy to phone bank for the Obama campaign with me this weekend.

Lucy can’t vote, butshe wants to do something. And I figured, what undecided voter could resist that Kiwi accent? We called Ohio voters and no disrespect to Ohioans but the North Carolina voters I called last week were a bit more cordial. I guess it’s the southern way.

I remember at Tulane University in New Orleans, I’d hear southern guys get in an argument and one of them would say, “F-ck all, y’all.” Kind of a morepleasant sounding way to say F-ck you, don’t you think?

Anyway, back to my mission to change America… So one of my 90 calls on Saturday was to Ohio resident Bryan Runyon. Now, I really thought Bryan and I had something special, a bit of a connection. I was just feeling sort of a positive karmic energy even as the phone was ringing.

“Hello.”

“Hi. Is this Bryan? My name is Kelcey and I’m calling from the Obama campaign –”

“Oh, I don’t have time for this shit.”

Click.

That is not the first time I’ve seriously misjudged karmic energy.

I have futilely tried to convince my husband Rick to phone bank for the Obama campaign. But he keeps refusing, muttering something about being an Independent andneeding to preserve his journalistic integrity.

Integrity?! Have you seen Rick’s Facebook page? He has 428 Facebook friends.

Ohhh….its on!! I am going to send Rick a friend request right now and I won’t even tell him i know you. I actually got de-friended by an anchorer today (She is the girlfriend of a friend of mine and she just added me 2 days ago….i hope they didn’t break up!!), so I need to fill her place. HA HA.

Good for you Kelcey!!! I had a really nice chat with a guy who was knocking on doors for Obama. Not sure why he knocked on our door…we do have a big old Obama sign in our yard so our vote isn’t in question.

Do you think you felt a cosmic energy with Bryan Runyon because his name is very similiar to a Brian of the past…just a random thought. BTW, how funny would it be if Bryan Runyon hears of this post and somehow contacts you. 6 degrees or something!

LOL Wow he is a super-duper Facebook slut! Dare I say hore? Or is that spelled Hoar? And is it even applicable to men? Sorry that dude hung up on y’all… then again youd’a hung up on a McCain caller wouldn’t you have?

You should check out my latest post seeing that we are on the same political bandwagon… it’s a humorous entry that should not be taken too seriously… unless you happen to work for W… as in the magazine and NOT the prez!

You’re so right about the accent. A Kiwi could ask me to eat a Vegimite sandwich and I’d totally do it, despite the inherent grosseness of Vegimite. Wait, is that only an Aussie thing or is it a Kiwi thing, too? Regardless, the accent could woo me to do many ill-advised things.

I admit I generally HATE getting phone calls like this, but when Democrats Abroad called me to remind me about overseas voting deadlines, I was not only nice, but promised to remind other Americans I knew over here.